The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Mo Jiu opened her eyes leisurely, with some confusion as when she just woke up, and then immediately turned into a cold color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wondered: "How could I suddenly fall asleep?"

'Host, you are finally awake!' The system is very happy.

In response to the sudden voice in her mind, Mo Jiu's expression suddenly changed, and she was about to shout coldly: "You are..."

The next moment, he froze there, and then slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was no longer any alienation or noble coldness in his eyes.

"Hiss—" Mo Jiu took a breath, raised her slender hands to press her temples to relieve the pain in her brain, and gasped slightly, "How long have I been asleep?"

The system said obediently: '12 hours, 24 minutes and 31 seconds.'

Mo Jiu: "..."

It doesn't have to be so precise.

"It's just...it only took such a short time this time for me to recover?" Mo Jiu was a little surprised.

In the past, after he received the memory, he would be in a coma for at least a whole day.

This time will increase as the original owner's age increases.

Like in the previous world, 'Lin Mojiu''s eighteen years of memory were spent in a coma for a day and a half.

The age of 'Mo Xuan' in this world is one hundred and forty years old. It's not too much for him to be in coma for a month. How come he was completely absorbed in just half a day?

Moreover, he seemed to be in less pain during the process than before.

"Luck..." Mo Jiu murmured to himself.

The only difference between this world and the previous ones is that he has luck.

Apart from that, he couldn't think of any other reason.

A piece of luck has such a significant role and effect, so he has to find a way to get more luck.

Mo Jiu made up his mind to find a way to gain luck in this world.

Then, he finally began to check the original owner's memory.

The original owner's name was Mo Xuan. He had never seen his father and mother since he could remember. Instead, he followed a middle-aged man and was brought up little by little by him.

Until he reached the right age, after careful consideration, the man told Mo Xuan his life experience.

Mother and father.

This word had no impression or weight on Mo Xuan, who had never experienced the love and warmth of his parents. Even when he heard the man say that they died when he was very young, he did not feel any fluctuation in his heart.

For Mo Xuan, only men are the most important people to him. Other people and things are no different from a stone, a piece of grass, or a flower on the roadside.

It is enough for him to have a man by his side.

But a man is just a mortal, and after living to be over sixty years old, he will eventually die.

Before leaving, the man's old, withered hand still held Mo Xuan's hand, and told him with a smile that he was about to die, and asked him to live well in the future.

Mo Xuan still didn't have much reaction to this.

In his opinion, 'dead' is no different from 'sleeping'. The man will wake up again the next day.

But on the second day, when Mo Xuan didn't open his eyes no matter how much he called or pushed him, he finally panicked.

He cried, shed tears, and called the man over and over again, but he couldn't wake him up.

At this moment, Mo Xuan seemed to understand some of the meaning of 'death', but he still naively believed that it was possible for men to live again.

However, bringing the dead back to life is a method only available to immortals.

What's more, the man has been dead for nearly a day, and even the immortals have nothing to do.

But Mo Xuan believed in this possibility like a child. Every time after eating, he would come to the man's room and stand by his bed, looking at him with wide eyes, hoping that the man would

Wake up.

Just like that, three days, five days, seven days... time passed day by day, until the man's body became rotten and smelly, and even Mo Xuan could not get close to him anymore.

Mo Xuan finally understood the meaning of 'death'.

He expressionlessly swatted away the mosquitoes and flies that flew to his face, then turned around and left the room, closing the door.

From then on, he never took a step closer to this room.

No one in the village knew anything about the man's death.

After all, a few years ago, men rarely went out, and all tasks were handed over to Mo Xuan, and his appearance seemed very normal, nothing strange.

A year passed like this. Suddenly one day, a woman in a white robe passed by from the sky. She happened to meet Mo Xuan who was out shopping. Seeing that his appearance was different from that of a rough man in the countryside, she was immediately shocked.

, and then subconsciously used his senses to explore and found that he actually had the talent for cultivation, so he started to think of accepting a disciple.

Then, the woman came down and floated out of the dust, like a fairy.

Mo Xuan was so shocked that his eyes widened.

The woman asked him if he would be willing to become her teacher.

Mo Xuan only asked one question, can he avoid death by worshiping her as his teacher?

The woman smiled and replied that of course he could.

So, Mo Xuan left with the woman and became her disciple.

Mo Xuan's cultivation talent was not low. Even though he wasted more than ten years in vain, his cultivation speed was much faster than other disciples who were women, and his cultivation quickly surpassed them.

The woman was very shocked and began to teach Mo Xuan seriously. What started as plain instructions turned into a solicitude for him.

Several years have passed, and the only important person in Mo Xuan's heart has long since become a woman.

The heart that had been calm for a long time also became slightly restless.

But he has not yet fully understood what emotions he would have when he saw a woman, and when the woman failed to escape the tribulation...

The soul is destroyed.

Mo Xuan's heart, which had just been agitated, quickly calmed down again, like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

fraud.

He stood in front of the woman's grave and uttered these two words.

Cultivation cannot lead to immortality at all. Even if a woman succeeds in breaking through her realm this time, she will only be able to increase her lifespan by a few hundred years.

The two most important people in his life both died. Mo Xuan understood the meaning of 'death' more and more, and from that day on, he began to work towards 'eternal life'.

He is still practicing. In addition, he also learned to make alchemy.

He wants to refine an elixir of immortality.

For this reason, he searched for dozens or hundreds of years of prescriptions.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, he will refine it according to the recipe and then eat it himself.

As a result, it naturally failed countless times.

His silver hair is not natural, but caused by the toxins accumulated while trying various medicines.

Medicines are three parts poisonous, and elixirs are no exception.

The skin is so white because of the elixir.

Until a year ago, Mo Xuan found a new elixir recipe.

He has already prepared the other materials, only some particularly precious main materials are missing.

One of them is the flesh and blood of a cultivator. The higher the cultivation level, the better...

Mo Jiu finished his recollection and raised his silver-white cold eyebrows slightly.

So, what he has to do is to capture the lucky girls of this world and make elixirs?